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There's blood on her hands, in her hair, on her face, under her fingernails, and it won't go away. There's blood on the floor, staining it. They just had it polished last week.
There was blood on his face, in his mouth-
She closes her eyes and tries to stop thinking.
She turns to him and kisses him, excited.
"If we can distract him with this, we'll have a chance. We can hurt him the way he hurt us."
She smiles at him and kisses him again.
Then: "I don't want to leave my car. I'll get my license soon and I don't want to have to come back to get it."
"I'm gonna go pack, did you wanna call Bentley back? I don't know any of the hotels in town."
"Sure. I'll takes care of all of that, you just focus on Damon."
He makes a call.
Juliet goes into her room and packs a bag... two bags. There's no way she's leaving her camera behind, despite everything.
She fills another up with all the money from the safe too.
And when she comes back downstairs, Matt will let her know that "Bentley is on his way here. You won't have to see this place ever again."
"...burning to the ground would probably cause too much attention, probably."
She nods and looks down at the place where her dad died.
"It's cursed. This is where he killed my mother too."
"Being a teenage orphan really isn't all it's cracked up to be. All those YA novels lied to me. How is everyone getting around? Buses seen nonexistent, at the very least."
"If you're trying to get out of town, you have plenty of options. For people who want to get around Beacon Hills, God invented cars."
"Funeral. Then I'm going to go stay with my cousin. The non murderous one."
Well. The one that didn't kill her parents, anyway.
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